Yet, I reflected, following Norton, in all this mass of material,
the thief seemed to have selected one, apparently insignificant,
dagger, the thing which Norton prized because, somehow, it bore on
its blade something which he had not, as yet, been able to fathom.
Though Kennedy looked thoroughly and patiently, it seemed as
though there was nothing there to tell any story of the robbery,
and he turned his attention at last to other parts of the Museum.
As he made his way about slowly, I noted that he was looking
particularly into corners, behind cabinets, around angles. What he
expected to find I could not even guess.
Further along and on the same side of the building we came to the
section devoted to Egyptology. Kennedy paused. Standing there,
upright against the wall, was a mummy case. To me, even now, the
thing had a creepy look. Craig pushed aside the stone lid
irreverently and gazed keenly into the uncanny depths of the stone
sarcophagus. An instant later he was down on his hands and knees,
carefully examining the interior by means of a pocket lens.
"I think I have made a start," he remarked, rising to his feet and
facing us with an air of satisfaction.
We said nothing, and he pointed to some almost undiscernible marks
in a thin layer of dust that had collected in the sarcophagus.
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